From the Evening Star, June 20, 1913. By Philander Johnson. We’ve got a railroad problem down to Pohick on the Crick. We’ve heard about stock tickers an’ manipulation slick, But we ain’t a-takin’ sides with any bulls or any bears. If we get ours we won’t object to them a-gettin’ theirs. Whenever we are drivin’ through the rough an’ heavy road We wish we could get out an’ help the horses pull the load; An’ we’re haunted by the echoes of a whistle far away, Where folks kin see a locomotive passin’ every day. We held a meetin’ an’ discussed the railroad problem there. We didn’t say a word about the freight rates or the fare. We didn’t talk of watered stock or policies unjust. There’s time enough to kick. You want to get your railroad fust. A cozy little station an’ some trains a-makin’ time Would lift us for the present to a height of joy sublime. Jes’ any kind of railroad, runnin’ slow or runnin’ quick, Is all that we demand to date, at Pohick on the Crick.